Wednesday, 28 January 2015



XXLove letters

 

 

 

When we are in love, we are fools,

 

 

Life tells you tales overrun by wicked witches,

Some leave you scars,

Others leave you cakes and memory crumbs,

Some blow out all  your birthday wishes,

Others leave you moments you don’t want to remember,

Others extort your biggest smiles,

 

Some give you a gift of the loudest silence,

They make you crawl and hide inside,

I don’t mind,

I walk in darkness,

Words are brighter than candles,

Beauty is speechless,

Moonlight breathes you by my side,

 

Songs make more sense tonight,

Night is made of whispers,

Day is made of hard work,

Our dream doesn’t belong to us,

It belongs to a mailman,

I’ll write you letters till the end of my eternity,

I am one more unsolved problem in the confused world,

 

I have a spat with my hyenas,

My ego makes much noise,

It’s not me,

My ego gave a promise,

Then it made a decision,

I am a prisoner now,

Of the promise I’ve never made,

 

What a sight unseen,

Of all illusions disillusioned illusions hurt us the worst,

They are the dearest,

They stab and revenge us the most,

How am I supposed to repair a broken necklace,

Half bugle beads are lost,

How am I supposed to patch a hole,

You’ve made in my heart, my ancient ghost,

 

I’ll show you that I’m mad,

I’ll show you that I’m lost,

I’ll show that you are sick without extenuation,

Don’t be afraid I’ll save you from me,

Leaving love in a mailbox,

Someone should have killed prostitute Hope,

You had just to,

Now she’s yours, my gentle gangster.
 
 

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